“Your crown is made of the people’s bones and hunger!” I had prepared this line, but it still seems a little dumb.

He nods. “Uh huh… and?” What’s his game?

“You can’t just do this, no one will let you!”

“Do you have any more concerns?”

“Uh, yes! You locked me up because I’m not another speechless mouse like everyone else!”

“Is that all?”

“Well, yes.”

“Thank you for sharing all of your concerns.”

He literally starts to leave this jail cell, like he wasn’t even listening.

“Wait!” He turns around, and I can tell he’s getting annoyed. I grin, knowing he won’t be king much longer. “Watch your back.” He rolls his eyes, probably thinking it’s an empty threat.

That was his last mistake.